Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.